Aunt Jin didn't know what the 'minute' meant by Feng Qing, but it didn't prevent her from understanding Feng Qing's meaning. She smiled and patted Feng Qing's back of her hand, "Sanlang has something important to do. Lu Mingyan cannot refuse. He will come back in a few hours."

Feng Qing forced a smile and said, "I know, I just want to be my husband."

As time goes by, her relationship with Fang Zheng has not diminished but increased. Feng Qing can clearly realize that she is increasingly dependent on Fang Zheng.

"If Sanlang knew that you were so sad because of him, he would be worried." Aunt Jin pulled her up and said, "Let's go and make embroidery with me."

Feng Qing stood up with Aunt Jin.

When she picked up the needle and thread, her mood finally calmed down.

The fairy skirt made for Miss Han is about to end.

Because Yunjin is so precious, Feng Qing was very careful and made it a little slower. She didn't want to let down such a good material, and putting the needles more attentively than before.

It has been several days, and whenever I see this skirt, Aunt Jin can't help but sigh.

Talent is really an enviable existence.

Even if she has lived for more than twenty years than Feng Qing, she can't make such a glittering skirt.

"Qingqing, if the Empress in the Palace knows your skills, I'm afraid you will be recruited into the Palace." In addition to being amazed, Aunt Jin was also worried that the nobles in the Palace would rush to invite Feng Qing to make clothes.

Just like Fang Zheng thought, Aunt Jin didn't want Feng Qing to be involved with the nobles in the palace. They were not easy-to-use. If they were not careful, they would offend a group of people.

Those who eat people and don’t spit bones, and Feng Qing is definitely not their opponent.

Feng Qing discussed this with Fang Zheng, but she was not worried. "Don't worry, Aunt Jin, I have my husband here, I am already a compiled by the Hanlin Academy, and I am also an official wife. If I don't want to, they can't make things too difficult for me."

"It's good if Sanlang is successful in his heart." Aunt Jin couldn't bear to bury Feng Qing's superb skills. If possible, she hoped that Feng Qing would become a master of embroidery, and her embroidery would only become a popular existence for everyone in the future.

Aunt Jin thought about this and also told Feng Qing.

Feng Qingben didn't think about making money by making embroidery all her life. She loved embroidery, and in the future she wanted to only study embroidery skills and make some embroidery items she liked. As for her reputation, she didn't care much.

"This reputation is very important. If you have a title, others dare not look down on you." Aunt Jin emphasized.

Feng Qing is just an embroiderer in the eyes of others. If Feng Qing gained fame and was sought after by the people of Kyoto and even the entire Daye, the nobles in the palace would not dare to offend Feng Qing easily.

"Aunt Jin, I try my best to do my own thing. If I have a reputation, I will not refuse." Feng Qing accepted Aunt Jin's statement.

"It's good that you can think so."

In the next two hours, Feng Qingxiu took half an hour and was urged by Fang Jiang to get up and take a walk, eat some food, and drink some water.

After resting a cup of tea, continue to embroider.

He focused all his attention on his skirt, but Feng Qing didn't talk much about Fang Zheng.

Feng Qing made a skirt, Aunt Jin embroidered a handkerchief, while Fang Jiang thought about some food, and the rest of the work was done for Madam Wang and Sister Jiang.

Several women were doing their own things in the yard, and they were extremely harmonious.

At this moment, the students in the Ministry of Rites were looking at the person sitting at the head of the desk with a red face.

This man was wearing a bright yellow robe, a crown on his head, and was majestic all over his body. However, at this moment, his face was smiling and his voice was as heavy as a bell. "You are all my disciples. If you want to seek welfare for the people of great cause in the future, I will not treat you badly."

The students did not expect that the emperor would actually come and encourage them so much. At this moment, the students who have not yet entered the officialdom have a sense of pride in their hearts. They must serve their great cause and devote themselves to it until they die.

The emperor looked at the students below with satisfaction, and then looked past Fang Zheng.

Compared to the excitement of other students, only Fang Zheng and Mr. Zhao were steady and calm in the field. Fang Zheng was not too independent. He spoke with the students and wanted to devote his life to the great cause.

But his eyes were still clear. As the emperor drank the wine in the glass in one sip, Fang Zheng also raised his head and drank it all in one go.

He was not arrogant or impatient, did not look too high on himself, but did not be unsociable, which was beyond his expectations.

The emperor felt that the other party had two more affirmations.

But this is still far from trust.

He was an emperor and a minister in the court. There were only one or two who could gain his trust. And those two were older and had no energy to help him clear the court.

Therefore, he was so anxious.

I just hope that Fang Zheng will live up to his expectations.

Fang Zheng did not look directly at the saint, but his posture was respectful enough.

The emperor nodded secretly, then stood up and left amid the voices of respectful sentiments.

Only when the emperor's figure disappeared did the students breathe a sigh of relief. Although they wanted to see the emperor at this Luming Banquet, if the emperor did not leave, they would not be able to let go, and they would have no idea of ​​the taste.

The Emperor obviously knows this better.

The atmosphere was indeed much more relaxed. The familiar officials began to toast each other, and some students wanted to make friends with those officials, holding wine glasses and tentatively heading to their case.

Fang Zheng put down the cup and heard a cold snorting in his ear.

Mr. Zhao poured another cup and drank it in one sip. Then the third cup turned to Fang Zheng. His tone was a little cold and his expression was not much better. "I haven't congratulated Mr. Fang yet."

Fang Zheng's face was cold, "Young Master Zhao is drunk."

"Swish--" Mr. Zhao looked at Fang Zheng with a slanted eyes. His movements were too big. The wine in the glass fell on the back of his hand. He frowned impatiently, "What? After passing the top scorer, he wouldn't take us seriously?"

The sound was not loud or small, and I couldn't hear it far away, but the nearby students heard it clearly.

They quietly looked at Fang Zheng and Mr. Zhao.

Neither of these two people could afford to offend them, so naturally they didn't dare to interrupt at this time.

Fang Zheng did not take Mr. Zhao's anger seriously, and he didn't even give him a look.

With alcohol and anger, Mr. Zhao suddenly lost his mind and put the cup heavily on the desk.

Just as he was about to speak, a servant came over. He leaned against Mr. Zhao's ear and whispered a few words.

Mr. Zhao's face turned even more ugly. Following the servant's sight, he looked at his father.

"Fang Zheng, let's go and see." His father had already warned him. Mr. Zhao naturally did not dare to make trouble in Lu Mingyan, but he was still angry and said coldly.

Fang Zheng turned a deaf ear and looked down at the empty wine glass.

As the wife said, the biggest counterattack against the enemy is to ignore him.

Mr. Zhao's chest was bulging and almost couldn't help it. The servant quickly knelt beside him and whispered a few more words.

Taking a few deep breaths, Mr. Zhao suppressed his anger, but the hatred in his heart was almost uncontrollable.

He secretly swore in his heart that one day, he would make Fang Zheng regret what he did today.
Chapter completed!